Category Archives: Poetry

I Was Once

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I was once

part of my dad

and also part of

my mother

 

later but not so

literally I was part

of someone else’s

 

further I will be part

of the trees’ roots

contributing to the

flowers’ beauty

 

part of water

somewhere in

the sky all along

I was part of god

 

but here you

stiffen and say

I cannot

 

prove it

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This poem is on page 55 of the published bilingual collection California Notebooks 02.

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Finding Rest

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to soar up
above all

where stars
wait on the night

to pasture blue
clouds unkempt

where prayers
roam before

finding rest

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This poem is part of the selection for the new collection, soon to be published, California Notebooks 03.

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Behind The Full Moon

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I could just imagine
the stars heaped up
behind the full moon

I could see them
scattered a geography
of the desert sky

some move my eyes
as across a landscape
an imagined horizon

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Anna Mosca dancing in daylight at La Quinta Desert, Coachella Valley, CA

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This poem is part of the published bilingual collection California Notebooks 02. The Italian version of it was just published on this blog last Sunday 19 May 2019.

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Shining Bright

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it’s an afterward
moving

this of giving poetry
a way

to talk about the beauty
lingering

unseen
sensitivity shining

bright
in our darker days

when we
think there’s little

to be seen

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This poem can be read at page 109 of the published collection California Notebooks 02.

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Sleepy Grass

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pensive hazel eyes
flickering around
the night where

perfumes sail to
the clouds away

from the cracking
tiny sound of bare foot
on sleepy grass

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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02

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Random Cloud

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Ithink I’ve lost

that power within

and from above

 

I believe I am

fog that endures

with darkness

 

I think I have

missed the wind

on my sail

 

a random cloud

fair and heavy

to stay away

 

from everything

from you from what

I do not count anymore

 

and I’ve left behind

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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02

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Being There

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being there
one day

where the sound
of butterflies wings

could be heard
stretched on a smile

attentive to my
body changes

on the awe of gratitude
cracking away

a bit at a time
to deeper life

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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02

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